And i'm so dirty and the light blinds my eyesYou're oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my eyesHere comes christ on crutches

"call me wet trampoline," she said todayWell i was too busy with my hand"shake well before use," she saidBut you never touch me anymoreI was busy listening for phone sexComing through the back door in skin tight trunksAnd we all went mental and danced

I get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel six

To the off peak electricityAnd the light blinds my eyes and i feel dirtyAnd the light blinds my eyes and i feel so shaken in my faithHere comes christ on crutches

And here comes another god, here comes another godLike a buffalo thunder, with a smell of sugarAnd a velvet tongue and designer voodooWell i got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501sFreeze dried with a new religionAnd my teeth stuffed back in my head

I get my kicks on channel sixThe light it burns my eyes and i feel so dirtyHere comes christ on crutches

I'll never be confusedNever be confusedThey left me confusedI will not be confused with another manThis pressure of opinions

"lighten up, listen to your eyes," you saidBut all i could see was doris day in a big screen satelliteDisappearing down the tube hole on farringdon streetWith whiplash willy, the motor psycho

Tthe light it burns my eyesAnd the light it burns my eyesI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel six